Mackenzie encounters the universe's wrath, and Sam gets distracted.

Moments later, just as Mackenzie approached the crate, a tour bus stopped in traffic lined up perfectly with her little alcove. Many of the passengers had their phones and cameras out, pointed at a monument sticking up behind the roof of the spa. Mackenzie failed to react fast enough, only jumping out of the way after a number of flashes went off. She hid behind the crate.

Cringing at herself for tempting fate, she resigned to just getting the task done without antagonizing the universe any more. I get it, I get it, could you help me out for once? thought Mackenzie, questioning the skies above. After the bus moved on, she took two more boxes and hurried back inside, not wanting to risk another bus coming by.

The hallway empty, Mackenzie stopped by the first room to drop one more off. Heading over to Mark’s room, the air-conditioned hall felt extra chilly. Knocking before entering the door, she looked down and yelped, stopping in her tracks. With only one box, Mackenzie had to hold it low enough to cover her pussy. Her breasts presented themselves to the room on the shelf of a box.

The one difference since last time she had a single box? Her towel shrunk to the width of almost one inch. At under two inches wide, her decreasingly useful cover could be positioned over her nipples, IF her hands weren’t otherwise preoccupied holding the box. Originally sitting across her entire breasts as a makeshift tubetop, the towel had unraveled from the bottom up. Now it sat as a thin loosely tied belt sitting atop her boobs. The chilly air and her recently wet state hardened her pink nipples. Mackenzie wasn’t too concerned with it at the moment, but she could still feel the vertical strip of fabric tickling her butt.

Ahead of Mackenzie, she could see Mark’s back as he massaged the legs of the customer. The customer who sat face up, head turned toward the breasts lifted onto the cardboard serving plate.

Mackenzie stood like a deer in the headlights, willing for anything to happen. For clothes to fall out of the sky. For lightning to smite her. For a swarm of ravens to peck out this person’s cucumber eyes. Wait… Cucumber eyes? She thought.

The customer’s eyes were covered by two pieces of vegetable. Their face was coated in a green paste, and they seemed to be blinded. Mackenzie sighed with relief and started to ask Mark where he wants it. Mark interrupted with “Just a second Mackenzie.” as he really worked this woman’s flesh.

Mackenzie shifted from one foot to the other, not sure of what to do as she waited an excruciatingly long couple minutes. She experimented covering her boobs with the box but felt the cucumber eyes boring a hole in her vagina. Leaving the box in place, Mackenzie waited with her boobs on display.

“I think my eyes are starting to itch can I take these off?” said the customer.

Mark said “Sure,” and Mackenzie started to panic. She braced for impact as the customer removed the cucumbers. Wincing, the customer laid with their eyes closed.

Mackenzie started breathing again. Her entire body de-tensed as she still hadn’t been spotted.

Calming slightly, her luck ran out as Mark walked to another corner of the room grabbing a few pamphlets. Offering them to the customer with an outstretched hand, Mackenzie spoke up. “Mark where would you like...” she began.

“Oh hey I forgot you were…” he interrupted, locking eyes with Mackenzie's mammary diorama, “...here.”

The customer opened her eyes at the same time to see a shaking box held by a fidgeting redhead. Two subtly jiggling globes sat atop the box, topped with solid nipples. Mackenzie tried to stay still but couldn’t control her nervous trembling.

“Mark please just tell me where you want this box...” Mackenzie said, turning her head to the side and closing her eyes.

“Over there with the other ones? Is that all you were asking?” he said and gave a light chuckle.

Mackenzie screeched “Yep.” and quickly sidestepped to the corner before sprinting out of the room, one hand across her chest and another between her legs. The thin strip of ass fabric fluttered in the air with her quick movements, leaving her backside uncovered as she fled the room.

“What was that about?” the woman curiously asked Mark as the door shut behind Mackenzie.

Mackenzie tried to shift her towel into place over her nipples, but was having trouble without retying it. Just as she almost got it into place, she looked to her side and saw several people seated in the lobby, most of them looking at her. Those that weren’t looking had their neighbors gesture toward the naked redhead. Mackenzie grunted and broke into a sprint toward the storage room.

Mackenzie’s hands tried to contain her round ass’s movements as her towel’s tail flapped in the wind behind her.

A few steps later and the whole towel undid itself, falling to the ground. Not reacting instantly yet again, Mackenzie ran a few steps past before she stopped. Mackenzie debated leaving it for a few moments but ended up running back for the scrap of fabric.

Her gathering of spectators looked on. There were a few cat calls and statements, but they were too far for her to hear.

She snatched up her towel, hanging onto it in one hand as she ran to the end of the hallway, pumping her arms and remaining completely uncovered.

At the second to last door, the janitor from before rolled his cart into the hallway. Mackenzie almost crashed into it but nimbly dodged around, jiggling all her naked bits for the man. Zipping through the storage door, she slumped onto the cold cement floor to catch her breath.

Sam yawned, listening to the man talking to his boss on speakerphone. They’ve been basically begging her to keep them on as a client, offering all sorts of benefits. She was considering it, if only to end this meeting so she can get on to other things. Her mind wandered a bit, and she looked to her curtain.

Sam nonchalantly stood up, stretching her arms. She made the short walk to the window and slyly peeked through just in time to see Mackenzie smiling as she speedwalked toward a tour bus. A half dozen flashes went off and the scantily clad redhead dove behind the crate. Mack cowered there until the bus left, then grabbed two boxes and headed inside.

Sam studied Mack’s actions intently, mentally noting a lot. Her nipples peeked out from under her backwards towel. She reversed the towel around? What’s up with that… Sam thought, and now she's flashing herself in front of a whole bus?? Mackenzie briskly walked back towards the spa interior, boxes in hand.

“Hello? Are you even listening??” said the voice on the other line.

“Yes, yes, sorry.” Sam said, walking back over near the speakerphone.